Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she took the 6am from L.A.
got up at 2:30 so as not to rush,
she was heading back to the beginning
on another coast with frozen memories....
this place was not on any maps,
ethereal journeys have internal radar
you follow your wandering mind
with no questions or fear of flying,
cruise the friendly skies for an opportunity
to relive a postponed dream of destiny,
explore the lush forests of a second chance
to rearrange all the molecules
shake up all the cob-webbed neurons
a real adventure of the mind, only possible
when you temporarily leave the earth, cover yourself
in a cumulus cardigan to warm the nimbus nights
there was a metamorphosis for her up there...
a new woman with stars in her eyes
walked across the tarmac....and all of that
for a mere four hundred dollars on american airlines

Mixed feelings about flying. Can't really get the shape of rock from up there. Almost seems like a bit of a rush, or a cheat, though I know that's unfair. Not everything is in walking distance.

loved that poem, thank you for writing

Absolutely fabulous- I really was feeling it
I love her
I was her
Then I wasn’t
Brilliant

thanx so much for the feedback....always appreciated...